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Freedom . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. My Brandon, Oh the pills and the lies. My Brandon, Im calling out for you. Sleeping in the double decker bed Waiting for your shoulder, So I can rest my sweet little head. Havoc The Storm. Don't forget the skin tight blue jeans and passing bags of weed in jacket sleeves to fetch a pale of water. Oh but Jack and Jill, they may stumble down that hill, and end up asleep at the Motel 6. But don't you worry, 'cause they'll always remember to leave the light on for you. But when I stepped in the snow up in Ohio with my dog Kilo in hand, only 2 months old. I felt something, wild and free. When you told me "I'll always be here." Oh gosh, I did believe you. Now though, I don't. And I never did need to call you. I think that's maybe because I've been searching for something I already have, Freedom.